The highest bidder will win the opportunity to make use of Stephen Deas’s time… for two days. According to Stephen:

that could get you (for example), any of the following:

– A short story of about 5000 words.
– Me showing up to an event of your choosing
– Whatever else you can come up with provided that it’s reasonable (and I’m the last arbiter of that), legal, not too humiliating and can mostly be done between the hours of 9am and 4pm with the aid of nothing more than a laptop.

I was born in Southeast England, in 1968, and mostly brought up in a town full of retired colonels. My early memories largely consist of running around building sites and being able to spell ‘colonel’ at an unusually early age. Like most people of that sort of age, I took to making up imaginary friends to supplement my real ones. Unlike most people, I never quite stopped, and I’ve been writing about them in one form or another ever since.

Aside from writing books and pretending to be other people (which I suggest largely amount to the the same thing), I have, at various times, been obsessed with mathematics, classical piano music, kung-fu, particle physics and Sid Meier’s Civilisation (the original). Anything that explodes is fascinating, rockets are irresistible, but those are genetic things and thus Not My Fault.